Han Shuo froze on the spot, his heart pounding frantically. He stood there for a moment with his mouth wide open, stunned and not knowing what to do.
No matter what, sneaking into someone's boudoir in the middle of the night, climbing into her bed, and committing such an outrageous act was totally unexplainable and unforgivable. Phoebe was bleary-eyed and gazing at him in such a dazed state, and Han Shuo was already mentally prepared to face a torrential storm of attacks.
To Han Shuo's surprise, just as he was standing there dumbfounded and at a loss, Phoebe turned her head back, actually wriggling her body to face Han Shuo directly. Then, her snake-like arms wrapped around Han Shuo's neck, and her bright red lips pressed toward Han Shuo's agape mouth. Her little tongue, mixed with slippery, fragrant saliva, proactively extended into Han Shuo's big mouth.
When she faced Han Shuo like this, Phoebe's two slender, straight legs also naturally dropped one between Han Shuo's two legs, while the other warm, firm, beautiful leg draped over Han Shuo's thick waist, her body wriggling even more like a snake.
When Phoebe slept, she wore a thin, silky piece of innerwear. When the two pressed so close together, this silky innerwear clinging to their skin was practically as good as nothing. A flawless torso was now entangled with his own, and the fragrant tongue even took the initiative to reach over and let him taste it. Han Shuo instantly forgot his previous panic and responded passionately.
His two large hands rested respectively on Phoebe's upper chest and rounded buttocks, unceremoniously playing with and kneading them. Feeling the tender, slippery roundness continuously deforming beneath his two hands, Han Shuo's breathing grew heavier and heavier until he finally couldn't hold back anymore and directly